"Please take back the life." Ling Zhuoping said half-kneeling and clasped his fists.

"Master, I am not a member of Taiyuan Sect, nor an underground cultivator. How can I bear this fundamental treasure that is related to the inheritance of Taiyuan Sect?" Ling Zhuoping refused repeatedly.

"Zhuo Ping, you don't want to be the new Lord of Taiyuan!?"

Ling Zhuoping was about to refuse.

"Cough cough cough..." The Lord of Taiyuan suddenly coughed and interrupted Ling Zhuoping's words.

"Master?" Ling Zhuoping said with concern.

The Lord of Taiyuan coughed temporarily and finally took a breath and said, "Zhuo Ping, I haven't had much time left. The abyss demon dragon's cultivation power is a thousand miles a day and progresses rapidly... I could have suppressed him before, but now I was seriously injured by him in one encounter. The abyss demon dragon is afraid that the day of transformation is not far away, and my Taiyuan Sect is unable to resist..."

"I, thousands of monks in Taiyuan Sect, are not to be jealous of death. I only have pity for the millions of people living underground for generations. If I lose the protection of Taiyuan Sect, I am afraid that the creatures will be devastated in an instant... Cough cough cough cough..." The Lord of Taiyuan coughed again.

"Master, is there any mortals who survive in this dark underground abyss?" Ling Zhuoping asked in surprise.

"Hahahaha... Zhuo Ping, do you think we underground monks are all moved from the ground? Only a few of them come from the ground, and most of them are born and raised in the underground abyss..." The Lord of Taiyuan covered the blood on the corner of his mouth with his dry palms and wiped them away without hesitation.

"Impossible! The underground abyss is dark, the grass and trees are not growing, and the creatures are cut off." Ling Zhuoping said with his common sense.

"Although there is no sky or sun in the underground abyss, there is earthly sun." said the Lord of Taiyuan.

"What is Earth Sun?" Ling Zhuoping, who came from the surface of the earth, obviously knew nothing about the underground world.

"The earthly sun is an underground magma that flows all year round, which can also shine all things and transform millions of creatures... Zhuo Ping, if the underground abyss is really cut off and all things wither, where will the abyss demon dragon come from?" The Lord of Taiyuan replied.

"But the underground abyss is too heavy, and it is impossible for mortals to survive for a long time." Ling Zhuoping said again with his common sense.

"Zhuo Ping! What's the difficulty? A nine-layer Yin Gathering Tower can absorb the Yin Qi within a radius of ten miles. On the one hand, it can ensure the safety of hundreds of thousands of mortals around the Yin Gathering Tower; on the other hand, it can also allow the disciples of Taiyuan Sect to absorb the Yin Yin Qi and temper the Netherworld Demon Aura..."

"So that's it." Ling Zhuoping became a deputy chief, and he saw his appearance.

"Master, there are really millions of mortals in this underground abyss?"

"There is 800,000 people in Fengdu City alone. The Gaiyin Tower and Diyang are distributed outside the city, creating 10,000 acres of fertile land. However, the magma of the underground abyss flows across the ground. The mortals and people in the two places often cannot meet each other for thousands of years. The underground monks also have evil cultivators. In order to improve their skills, they go to the wrong path and massacre some remote underground gathering sites... Some people even went directly to the surface, completely destroying the reputation of my underground monks." said the Lord of Taiyuan.

"Zhuo Ping! Five thousand years have passed, the Taiyin Sect has long disappeared, and the reputation of underground cultivators has long been completely corrupted by evil cultivators. The ground cultivators regard us as tigers and wolves and often encircle and wipe out them. This makes us unable to ask for help from the big sect on the ground. No matter how powerful the magical power of the abyss demon dragon is, it has never transformed. If the Nascent Soul Cultivator of the big sect on the surface is willing to take action, cough cough cough... it will definitely be able to easily resolve the crisis in Fengdu City." The Lord of Taiyuan's face turned pale a little again.

"Ling Zhuoping, now you are the only one! Cough cough cough... Only you, the Jindan monk from the surface, are qualified to ask for help from the Nascent Soul cultivator of the great sect. You have to tell the surface monk that we are warriors who are permanently resident to fight Shura, rather than a group of evil cultivators who only know how to play with corpse puppets. You have to tell them that there are still dawn people underground, and there is no difference between living ordinary people and mortals on the surface... Cough cough cough cough... Zhuoping, my injuries are getting worse and worse, please take the book quickly." The Lord of Taiyuan handed the Taiyuan Sect's inheritance treasure "Taiyuan True Sutra" to Ling Zhuoping with his dry hands.

Ling Zhuoping nodded and took it with both hands.

From now on, he, a young man from the earthly cultivation family, became the leader of the underground abyss and Taiyuan Sect.

The Lord of Taiyuan showed a gratified smile on his dry and pale face. He raised his dry fingers and pointed slowly towards the sky.

A big ghost with the pressure of the Golden Pill stage appeared on the air.

The big ghost was covered with black mist and his eyes were bright red like blood.

"A person who practices ghost control skills will suffer from incurable serious injuries, he can only take the initiative to melt away. Otherwise, ghost control will retaliate, not only will he be eliminated by his own life and death, but he will also cause trouble to the side..."

"Big ghost, let's practice together and fight side by side. Now we are melting together, reincarnation together, and be a pair of brothers in the next life." When the Lord of Taiyuan said this, a rosy luster actually lit up on his face.

This is a rebirth...

The Lord of Taiyuan raised his dry head, and a terrifying green light shot out from his deep pupils.

The big ghost, who was surrounded by black smoke in the air, looked at the Lord of Taiyuan with a red look.

One red and one green, two rays of light quickly intertwined in the air, forming a rapidly rotating Yin and Yang Tai Chi.

The Netherworld magic power and the Netherworld ghost energy in the old man's body quickly entangled together, forming a powerful and strange mana vortex.

As the magic power and soul continued to be pulled away from the body, the already dry face of the Lord of Taiyuan quickly withered down.

He heard him shouting with a hoarse accent, "A thought of returning to the light and all things are empty, and I don't know where the True Sect is."

Swish.

It seemed like a big hole was broken in the void, sucking the red and green Tai Chi diagram in the air into the hole...

A faint green crystal stone fell from the air, and Ling Zhuoping raised his hand and took it into his hand.

This is the only way to keep this remains after the ghost core is melted by the golden elixir. It is also the treasure of the ghost-controlling practitioners.

Ling Zhuoping flipped his hands and took the item away, then held up the "Taiyuan Jing" with both hands with a serious face.

On the other side of Wanjian Ancient Tomb is a large bare hillside.

Thousands of ghost-controlling monks stood on the hillside. At the front were three late-stage monks in the God-Skilling stage. Their aura was huge and they were only one step away from condensing the golden elixir.

"Taiyuan Sect Mai gets confused."

"Taiyuanmen Wumakun."

"Taiyuanmen Wumaqin."

"See the new leader of Taiyuan Sect!"

Under the leadership of these two men and one woman, three late-stage monks of the God-Practicing Cultivation, thousands of ghost-controlling monks on the hillside knelt down together, showing their loyalty to the new sect leader.

Ling Zhuoping looked down at the three of them and said, "Three elders, please take me to Fengdu City to have a look."

"Sect Master, as you wish, the ceremony of your promotion to the Lord of Taiyuan must be held in Fengdu City." Wu Makun, located in the center of the three, said.

Mao Quhuo and Wu Maqin remained silent, and the three of them were obviously headed by Wu Makun.

"Let's go." Ling Zhuo ordered lightly.

With a command, a strong wind blew.

Mao Quhuo, Wu Makun, and Wu Maqin controlled their respective corpses and exuded a ghostly aura that soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!